The thing is, this was the only idea we could come up with that kept things the same way as they are now, where both of you are doing well, and making...some decent money for yourselves. Your Uncle Bill and Aunt Margaret, they both agree that you two clowns need to be joined together at the hip to make this thing of yours stay working. Plus, your mother and Ellen are both convinced that you need to get yourself married and settled down some before you end up doing something stupid like you'd. I've done things I never knew possible. And I've loved it. I want to continue doing this. I have desires and fantasies I'd love to fulfill with him. I want to meet him in a public parking lot wearing no panties and a silk dress, and boots, of course, and take him right in the parking lot. I plan on doing him on his desk at some point. I've had him at my house many times and he's had incredibly hot sex with me in my marriage bed, in my husband's chair, and on our couch in front of the. Oh how the mighty had fallen. Alexander was a six foot black man, with a large muscular build, and rugged good looks. When the military continued to send his men into more and more dangerous places, with nearly suicidal missions, for the same dollar they always made, he started to get fed up. When half his regiment got wiped out, he walked away from that life.Alexander had a combat knife, on his left calf, a pistol strapped to his right thigh, and held a standard assault rifle. He was well. His pleasure is what I want more than anything. He places my leach on and leads me to the bed. He tells me to sit. I sit on the edge of the bed, not knowing what's next. He takes my restraints out of my night stand. His eyes lights up. He puts them on my ankles first, then my wrists. I'm now sure I will be restrained but not sure how. "Lay back", he commands softly. He then pulls out the blindfold.As I lay back as commanded he began to connect me to our bed. I realize my leach was still on..